There is No Spell for Love
Lea can have everything but David, or so she thought
The sun descended into the jagged horizon, casting dark, ominous shadows across Lea’s room. She gazed out the window, forehead resting upon the cool glass, watching the men below stack hay into the cart. Her heart pulsed at the sight of David in his dirty pants, ripped white shirt and bulging muscles as he heaved the barrels of hay. “What I would do to have him all to myself” Lea thought as she paced back in forth in her...